Each was following in silence the idle drift of thought which led Camilla back to her birthday party.
"Twenty!" she said still more resignedly--"four years younger than you are, Ailsa Paige! Oh dear--and here I am, absolutely unmarried.

That is not a very maidenly thought, I suppose, is it Ailsa ?" "You always were a romantic child," observed Ailsa, digging vigorously in the track of a vanishing May beetle.

But when she disinterred him her heart failed her and she let him scramble away.
"There! He'll probably chew up everything," she said.

"What a sentimental goose I am!" "The first trace of real sentiment I ever saw you display," began Camilla reflectively, "was the night of my party." Ailsa dug with energy.

"_That_ is absurd! And not even funny." "You _were_ sentimental!" "I--well there is no use in answering you," concluded Ailsa.
"No, there isn't.